In the faint flush upon the tell-tale cheek,
And in the pallor that succeeds it; by
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America will not turn back;
She did not idly start,
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If one poor burdened toiler o'er life's road,
Who meets us by the way,
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\Flowers of France in the Spring,
Your growth is a beautiful thing;
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Give us a call! We keep good beer,
Wine, and brandy, and whiskey here;
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For the courage which comes when we call,
While troubles like hailstones fall;
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Two harvesters walked through the rows of corn,
Down to the ripe wheat fields, one morn.
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In every part of the thrifty town,
Whether my course be up or down,
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Oh! when I think in what a thorny way
The feet of men must ever walk and stray,
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But to every mind there openeth, A way, and way, and away,
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Some cawing Crows, a hooting Owl, A Hawk, a Canary, an old Marsh-Fowl,
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Oh hush, little baby, thy papa's at sea;
The big billows rock him as mamma rocks thee.
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We plucked a red rose, you and I
All in the summer weather;
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"What's in a glass of wine?"
There, set the glass where I can look within.
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The subtle beauty of this day
Hangs o'er me like a fairy spell,
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We two were lovers, the Sea and I;
We plighted our troth 'neath a summer sky.
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He said he loved me! Then he called my hair
Silk threads wherewith sly Cupid strings his bow,
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I have written this day down in my heart
As the sweetest day in the season;
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To-night when I came from the club at eleven,
Under the gaslight I saw a face--
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Let the old snow be covered with the new:
The trampled snow, so soiled, and stained, and sodden.
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A yacht from its harbor ropes pulled free,
And leaped like a steed o'er the race track blue,
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Sit still, I say, and dispense with heroics!
I hurt your wrists? Well, you have hurt me.
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Quite carelessly I turned the newsy sheet; A song I sang, full many a year ago,
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The sweet young Spring walks over the earth,
It flushes and glows on moor and lea;
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There was a little comet who lived near the Milky Way!
She loved to wander out at night and jump about and play.
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I strolled last eve across the lonely down; One solitary picture struck my eye:
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As the ambitious sculptor, tireless, lifts Chisel and hammer to the block at hand,
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Long, long ago, ere yet our race began,
When earth was empty, waiting still for man,
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I am singing a song to the boys to-day,
A song of the home that is far away.
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I poured out a tumbler of Claret,
Of course with intention to drink,
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